I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 56: Eliminate the tyranny of Dumbledore!The world belongs to Grindelwald!

"He may be afraid that you will ask him why Dumbledore and Mo like him." Owen spread his hands and said helplessly.

Not everyone can face Grindelwald cheerfully.

That pressure is invisible.

Of course, it's more likely that Senior Newt doesn't want to get involved in a certain couple's conspiracy anymore.

He is relatively stupid, and his brain can't play with them.

"Oh~ so who is Dumbledore's favorite wizard now?" Grindelwald who was beside him suddenly asked in an inexplicable tone.

"Of course it is—"

"Harry Potter!" Owen turned and pointed, "Zuosta!"

At this time, Harry had recovered from his initial confusion.

Holding his wand tightly, he stared ahead nervously, and when he saw Owen looking back at him, he waved his hand subconsciously in response.

"Well, what a polite boy!" Owen's mouth twitched, almost choking.

"Him?" Grandpa glanced at him, but didn't say much.

His expression remained the same, as if he didn't care about it.

"By the way, grandpa, how did you get here?" Owen changed his voice, trying to get a hand from Harry. "I remember Hogwarts was full of anti-Apparition spells!"

Owen would never believe that Grindelwald would know all the secret passages into Hogwarts like George and Fred.

How could I, the majestic first-generation Demon King, walk through a secret path in such a shameful place.

Besides, he didn't seem to have been to Hogwarts, so how could he possibly know this.

Owen secretly guessed in his heart.

But suddenly, on second thought, no!His grandfather has been wandering outside for several years. If he wants to meet Dumbledore privately, it is still possible to sneak into Hogwarts through a secret passage!

hiss--

On a night with a bright moonlight.

Grandpa and grandma were walking by the Black Lake.

Perhaps, they will also talk about the stupid things they did in Godric's Hollow.

And, the various adventures experienced in fighting side by side for a short time.

The path covered with weeds was filled with the hearty laughter of the two of them.

And the breeze also became romantic.

——It was wrapped in sorrow and blowing in their hair.

At a certain moment, they are intertwined, like that lingering dream, once it falls, it can never be pulled out again.

yo yo~~~

Knock knock!

I'll knock it off, you can do whatever you want.

"Hmph." Glancing at Owen, who had dilated pupils and didn't know what to think, Grindelwald smiled kindly on his cold face.

Immediately, he touched his head.

"I think you guessed it," he said.

"Guess it?" Owen came back to his senses, startled slightly, and tidied up his hairstyle with both hands again.

It's messed up again.

While scratching his head, while recalling carefully, a sudden inspiration came to him, and he suddenly thought of the box that was still intact under Avada.

"It's a portkey!"

Sure enough, that box is the Portkey!

Wait - no!

"How did you come in so timely?"

This is not a novel, how can there be a scene where the protagonist is in trouble and the old man comes to the rescue at a critical moment.

unless

By the way, which Boggart it is!

His grandfather must have cast some kind of warning spell on that boggart.

As long as it dies, he can feel it.

After all, this is Hogwarts, and there will be no accidents. Except for the professor, few little wizards have the ability to kill Boggarts.

Wow even!

What a wonderful idea!

If his grandfather hadn't used boggarts to scare other wizards at the Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he wouldn't have believed it.

Why!Wait - that's not to say.

"Actually, you've been here a long time ago. Have you been in the dark just now?" He stared at his gray eyes and looked at his grandfather with some displeasure.

knock!How can you learn from Dumbledore badly.

Is peeping in the dark that comfortable?

"I want to see how much you have grown over the years." Grindelwald looked into Owen's gray eyes, which were like gems, and instantly pulled him back to the past.

"Well—it's not bad," he said, "quite sharp-tongued."

"Hehe, no matter where you are, this is all what you taught me well, grandpa."

Why!This is not a compliment from Owen. A few years ago, Grindelwald almost fooled himself into becoming the president of the Federation with his words.

He just criticized Voldemort a few times angrily, and he went backwards and backwards.

The back wave is not as good as the front wave.

"Ah"

Said, one big and one small, two maverick guys, as if they were carved out of the same mold.

Even the kind of arrogant eyes in the eyes, the same guy.

all laughed.

"Enough!" On the other end, Tom Voldemort Riddle, the real Dark Lord, the most evil dark wizard ever, a hairless ugliness, and a parasitic parasite on other people, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He waved his wand wildly.

A series of curses were directed at Grindelwald.

"Maybe I've been silent for too long, the current wizards seem to have forgotten the horror that belongs to the Dark Lord!"

Seeing his spell being broken by the man in front of him.

Mr. Riddle's face became a little gloomier again, and his whole person fell into an almost pathological anger.

Scarlet eyes shot out a bloodthirsty light.

OK!

It’s time to enter the second stage.

Owen thought silently in his heart.

Then his grandfather waved him behind him, swimming upstream against Voldemort's spell.

"Grandpa, come on ヾ(°°)!!!" Owen, who was pushed aside, shouted loudly.

And behind him, a group of little wizards also slowly struggled out of their admiration for a certain cool old man just now.

"So handsome!" Hannah picked up Owen's wand from there, and walked up cautiously.

His eyes were full of admiration for a certain man who had sharp movements, whirred in his windbreaker, had a sarcastic face, and even fought so beautifully.

"Of course, that's my grandfather."

"My grandfather, do you know!"

Owen took the wand and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Like a child who got a treasure and showed it off everywhere.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he transformed the gravel on his toes into a big chess stick.

The black banner was embroidered with the silver emblem of the Trinity.

"Destroy the tyranny of Dumbledore! The world belongs to Grindelwald! Ah-bah, destroy Voldemort, the Dark Lord belongs only to my Great Emperor!!!"

Owen waved the flag in his hand high, and the screams in his mouth did not stop.

"Long live grandpa! Grandpa L('w')┘三└('w') is the strongest!"

"Long live the great Grindelwald! L('w')┘three└('w')"

"Ah~~" he screamed like a little girl.

"Gehuang, Gehuang!"

"He looked at me, looked at me, ah... I'm dead."

"."

There may be one thing that makes Professor Dumbledore sadder.

That's him Owen.

From the very beginning, it's Grindelwald's man through and through.

Why don't I have magic~~~~

If I had magic, I would turn today into yesterday.

So, am I still on vacation~